Monday, January 31, 2022

And so.......(with a smile or a sigh)

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  Professorial types, gowned, stooped, hands clasped behind their backs,                     on the feet of their ghosts ...
Sunday, January 30, 2022

Cruelty to Fish

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  Of course, the issue of cruelty to fish never really existed: scaly, the antithesis of cuddliness; no legs, cross mouths and eyes that...
Tuesday, January 25, 2022

Brains

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   The moon is an exotic fruit sitting precariously in the clutch of branches; a forlorn look on its face; lost soul. Our apple trees hav...
Saturday, January 22, 2022

Eternity

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  Sunset, an acetylene torch, cut a line, an exhilaration of light across my eyes. A forgotten jubilation or a future jubilation ...
Thursday, January 20, 2022

The Best of Poetry and Miscellaneous Yap

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  Well, that’s it, done, if this job is ever done. I mean ever done to perfection. I wasn’t looking forward to it, but, anyway, I’m finished...
Wednesday, January 19, 2022

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I ask you to throw me away
Monday, January 17, 2022

Moonlight Shimmering

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  Last night the moonlight shimmered on the water; I stood at my window watching its languid movement. Lover slip into the pool; swi...
Friday, January 14, 2022

History

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  Eventually, in love, they withdrew into their republic of two; behind newly created borders, they declared independent, enacted law...
Monday, January 10, 2022

Pandemic Times

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Things have improved, there was a time, not long ago, when windows looked like they were going to be omnipresent in our future relations; it...

Old Stuff

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  When I’ve written this, once again, I’ll be emptied and, once again, I’ll go rooting through the old boxes in the attic, the same old...
Friday, January 7, 2022

Memories

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  Memories, dried flowers in pages of time; I wallow knee-deep in their coloured depths, a Monet’s garden, expecting somehow, their...
Monday, January 3, 2022

War

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  I will call it ‘A War-torn Landscape’: an empty room: black, cavernous; occasional thuds, voices, cries, remote like the piping of se...
Wednesday, December 29, 2021

From A Childhood

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  It’s late, the sky’s my screen. Laurence Olivier is fleeing through a forest, dark fronds clutching, clawing at him; a gothic tale, fu...
Thursday, December 23, 2021

You are

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  Life is a flash, and loving is its perfect state. I never looked for sparkle in people, never quite expected it, but age has a ...
Monday, December 20, 2021

Being

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 It's not quite Christmas but the contentment would be a wish.  Being. A sparkling Summer’s afternoon, not doing, but being. A...